Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.